WINNERS AND SINNERS DEPARTMENT:

In case you’ve ever doubted that Sleazegrinder.com was a global phenomenon, I direct you to feast your peepers on the three winners of our exclusive Exiled DVD contest: Alexandros Georgakis, who waves the Sleazegrinder flag in Greece, Alasdair Ross from Scotland, and Mike Moran of… well, he’s from Reseda in California, but to Alasdair and Alexandros, he hails from a land as exotic as Middle-Earth or Lemuria (probably not, tho). Anyway, congrats to our fine, freaky winners, who prove once again that Sleazegrinder.com holds the world in its palm.

And if ya didn’t win – well, don’t pull a Dawn Davenport and knock over your Christmas tree, because we’ve got another DVD contest on deck this week! Two lucky weirdos will win copies of 1965’s The Sexploiters, a sleaze-o-riffic sexploitation flick from Pop Cinema’s Retro-Seduction Cinema Studio. Not only will you get to see what REALLY goes on behind closed doors at a modeling studio, but you’ll see it all in widescreen, and with commentary by cinematographer C. Davis Smith (he shot most of Doris Wishman’s pics). There’s also a full color booklet with liner notes by exploitation expert Michael J. Bowen, and Retro-Seduction’s slinky, swanky Trailer Vault. Good stuff, Jackson. Want one? Just send yer name and addy to sleazegrinder@gmail.com and put I’m a Sexploiter! in the subject line. We’ll pick the winners after the holidays.

PICKS TO CLICK:

What?!? Another Evil Dead DVD release from Anchor Bay? Yes indeedy, but before you get all internet-nerd angry and start typing up your boycott manifesto, check out the extras on the three-disc Evil Dead Ultimate Edition: not only do you get all the stuff that’s shown up on the previous releases (including the Limited Edition Book of the Dead discs) like commentaries (one by Bruce Campbell, Sam Raimi and Robert Tapert, but you also get a dogpile of new extras, including a 54-minute featurette that features many of the players (tho no Raimi, and there’s another goddamn Eli Roth interview), an hour of outtakes and cutting room floor sweepings, and a whole disc devoted to the female cast members, including no less than three featurettes devoted to the long-suffering Ladies of Evil Dead. That’s just the tip of the iceberg for bells and whistles on this set; tech nerds should note that the pic is available in fullframe and widescreen, and the whole thing has been remixed for Dolby sound. Groovy, as Ash might say.

Also tops in the multi-disc department: Crypt of Terror: Horror from South of the Border Volume One (BCI/Eclipse), a four-disc set of seven recent horror movies from Mexico, including Vacaciones del Terror (possessed doll wreaks havoc on family); Ladrones de Tumbas (grave-robbing kids revive zombie Satanist), and the berserk La Rata Maldita (man-sized mutant rat fights homeowners!). Subtitle-phobes should note that only two of the pictures appear to feature the dreaded yellow type (“I don’t like to read at the movies…”).

BCI also has the Starlite Drive-In Collection, a four-disc set that compiles the best of their previous double features from the Crown International Library of fine ‘60s and ‘70s exploitation fare. On deck here is the amazing Hustler Squad (girls trained as hookers to infiltrate the Japanese army during WWII), The Wild Riders, a whole passel of T&A pics like Van Nuys Blvd. (“the best cruising in the land!”), Pom Pom Girls, and The Van, and a two-fer of the legendary They Saved Hitler’s Brain and the pic from which it borrowed much of its coherent scenes, Madmen of Mandoras! At the nice price of $24 (or less), you can’t go wrong with this landslide of schlock.

SLASHER TRIBUTES

Rob Zombie’s revamp of Halloween (The Weinstein Co) seems to have its supporters, which really boggles my mind, because aside from its cavalcade of cult character actors (Udo Kier, Clint Howard, Ken Foree, Richard Lynch, Danny Trejo, Brad Dourif, Danielle Harris, and most of the Devil’s Rejects cast), it’s a self-indulgent and entirely unnecessary remake that barely surpasses any of the half-baked Halloween sequels that the late Moustapha Akkad unleashed on viewers for most of the ‘80s and ‘90s. The problem with the picture is two-fold: Zombie’s intention for the film – to provide psychological reasons for Michael Myers’ killing spree on Halloween night – is out of his grasp as a writer and director (Michael wearing masks to “hide his ugliness” is Human Behavior 101 at best), and the picture is almost completely devoid of suspense or chills - it’s just stalk and stab action, and anyone who remembers John Carpenter’s Halloween knows that the picture is much, much more than that. Those who did dig Zombie’s version (and admittedly, the pic has its merits – it looks great, and Sheri Moon is very good as Michael’s stripper mom) have their choice of DVDs – a two-disc Special Edition and the Unrated Director’s Cut, which extends the film’s already snail-like first half to interminable lengths. However, the blooper reel, which features Malcolm McDowell and Brad Dourif riffing for minutes on end, is worth a look-see.

Adam Green’s Hatchet (Anchor Bay) also found itself on the receiving end of praise from various sources for its attempt to tap the splattery vibe of ‘80s slasher horror – the problem is that, as last week’s DVD release of Silent Night Deadly Night proved, those pictures were never all that good to begin with, so by filling Hatchet with the same risible dialogue, inane plotting and dunderheaded characters, Green hasn’t improved on the original formula – he’s just made another stupid movie. It’s a pretty violent one, too, and this DVD is the Unrated version, so gore fans can just turn down the volume and enjoy the fountains of Karo syrup in peace and quiet. Everyone else can pretty much wait for it to air on cable, I think, or pass entirely with no ill effects.

TALES FROM THE VAULT

The retro-smut renaissance continues on DVD with the release of Bill Osco’s Alice in Wonderland (Subversive), which received plenty of press during its theatrical release in the early ‘70s thanks to its high production values (for a XXX flick) and the presence of Playboy cover girl Kristine DeBell, who performed in a pair of hardcore scenes (which were later snipped for an R-rated release). As vintage porn goes, Alice is a little too heavy on the song-and-dance numbers and not as smutty as some might hope, but DeBell is just plain gorgeous, and only the grumpiest of sleaze beasts won’t find it just a bit endearing in its goofiness. The Subversive DVD includes all three of its theatrical release versions: the R-rated cut, the soft-X cut intended by director Bud Townsend (Nightmare in Wax! The Beach Girls!), and the XXX edit, as well as the original soundtrack (!).

Meanwhile, Anchor Bay revives Knightriders, one of George Romero’s least-seen (and liked, I’d venture a guess) features – it’s a non-horror pic about a traveling carnival group who perform medieval jousting tournaments on motorcycle. Many of Romero’s regulars can be seen in the cast, which is lead by a young Ed Harris; it’s an offbeat drama, and worth watching for those that can handle the heavy Ren-Fair vibe. AB also has two Bruce Campbell pics on deck to accompany its Evil Dead reissue – Alien Apocalypse is a dreary future-shock thriller about an astronaut (Bruce) who returns to Earth after a 40-year mission to discover humanity enslaved by insect aliens, while Man with the Screaming Brain is a throwback to ‘50s sci-fi, with Bruce as a loudmouth American drug company rep who accidentally receives the brain of a Bulgarian thug; Bruce wrote and directed the pic, which is silly, slap-happy fun. Oh, and AB also has Black Moon Rising, a completely ignored 1986 sci-fi thriller about a former CIA agent (Tommy Lee Jones) who has to retrieve valuable information that’s been stored in a stolen supercar prototype. It’s junk, but watchable junk – I mean, Robert Vaughn, Lee Ving and Bubba Smith are in the cast, so how bad can it be?

I can tell you exactly how bad Legend of Dinosaurs and Monster Birds can be – this 1977 Japanese monster pic, which pits scientists against a rampaging plesiosaur (with a penchant for eating girls) and a ratty flying dino puppet, is about as dire as it gets for giant monster action. However, it’s also completely ridiculous, more than a bit bloody, and even sports some softcore sex scenes, so it’s highly recommended for all manner of arrested development types. Tokyo Shock's DVD includes the Japanese language track and original trailer.

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Hey, weirdos! Don’t forget that there are still five DVDs of Johnnie To’s new action-packed Hong Kong crime drama Exiled (from Magnolia Pictures) up for grabs. Want one? Send your name and address to sleazegrinder@gmail.com and put “Exiled DVD Contest” in the subject line. But make it snappy, ’cause they’re gonna go fast – like, by December 18.

PICKS TO CLICK:

When is a car more than just a car? Maybe when it’s the souped-up ’55 Chevy in Monte Hellman’s Two-Lane Blacktop (Criterion). On the surface, this 1971 cult classic is about two tight-lipped gearheads (James Taylor and Dennis Wilson of The Beach Boys) tooling across the open highways until they run afoul of GTO (the late, great Warren Oates), a loud-mouthed race fan who challenges the pair to beat him in a cross-country speedfest, with the prize being their beloved jalopy. But there’s a lot more going on beneath the endless deadhead miles and meaningful glances that make up much of Hellman’s film; there are more than a few thoughts about American wanderlust, about the aimlessness of our culture after the collapse of the Sixties ideal, about car culture and its relationship to the American identity, and a few more, if you’re up for the challenge. Oh, and there’s a lot of really nice car and highway racing footage too, and I truly believe that any movie featuring Warren Oates is worth two hours of your time – he’s that good. In typical fashion, Criterion gives Two-Lane Blacktop the high-class treatment: two commentaries, one by Hellman and Allison Anders (Gas Food Lodging) and one by screenwriter/co-star Rudy Wurlitzer and David Meyer, new interviews with Hellman, Taylor, Kris Kristofferson, rare outtakes, the original screenplay, comments by Tom Waits and Richard Linklater, publicity photos – in short, the works. If you’re feeling adventurous, it’s worth the trip.

And operating from a point in the universe as far from Two-Lane Blacktop as possible is Latitude Zero (Tokyo Shock), a 1969 Japanese sci-fi adventure from the fine folks at Toho (the Godzilla people). As live action fantasy from Japan goes, this one’s nuttier than a box of Clark bars: two scientists (slumming American stars Joseph Cotton and Cesar Romero) in super-submarines duel for the control of an undersea kingdom while contending with giant rats, winged lions, and man-bats. Richard Jaeckel (already a vet in Japan thanks to The Green Slime) and foxy Linda Hayden of Rolling Thunder and Human Experiments fame are along for the ride; Toho’s greatest team of director Ishiro Honda, special effects creator Eiji Tsuburaya, and screenwriter Shinichi Sekizawa couldn’t save this one (the American backers pulled out, stranding the cast and forcing the Japanese producers to cobble together something less than spectacular), but as lunatic Saturday afternoon fare goes, you probably haven’t enjoyed anything like Latitude Zero in a long time. The two-disc set includes the international English language and Japanese versions, as well as deleted scenes and interviews with members of the production and special effects teams.

Anyone who grew up in New England during the last, oh, 150 years has either visited or has some memory of Rocky Point Park, the sprawling amusement park in Warwick Neck, Rhode Island. The park fell into disrepair in the late ‘90s (a couple of hurricanes didn’t help) and was demolished earlier this summer, but its low-rent charm is revived in full in the documentary You Must Be This Tall: The Story of Rocky Point Park. Directed by Rhode Island filmmaker David Bettencourt, the film culls together hundreds of photos, miles of home movie footage, and interviews with everyone from former park employees to good ol’ Buddy Cianci (former mayor of Providence and all-around gentleman crook) to comment on the park’s history and importance to generations of Northeasterners. The double disc DVD (from Midway Pictures; you can find out where to get it at the movie’s website) includes extended interviews, a vintage training video for new park employees, commercials, jingles, and footage of the park’s demolition. Good stuff.

Wrestling circa 2007 is unwatchable and more than a little heavy on the homoerotic overtones (the only place to see more oiled-up beefcake is West Hollywood on Halloween), but for those who remember the days when wrestling was all about ugly bruisers whaling on each other in a high school gymnasium, there’s The Triumph and Tragedy of World Class Championship Wrestling (World Wrestling). It’s 360 minutes of classic ‘80s bouts from the Dallas-based WCCW promotion, and features such old-school legends as Jerry Lawler, Ric Flair, Abdullah the Butcher, the Freebirds, and the legendary Von Erichs, as well as regional heroes like Gino Hernandez locked in something approaching mortal combat (or as much as your local UHF channel would allow). On the other end of the spectrum is WEW: Ring on Fire (Bci/Eclipse), a compilation of unrated all-girl wrestling bouts from the ranks of the Women’s Extreme Wrestling corps. On the bill for Ring of Fire: XXX School Girl Tatiana Stone, Pussy Willow, The Full Breasted Italian, The Hot Homewreckers, and… oh, you get the idea.

HORROR BUSINESS

Silent Night Deadly Night (Anchor Bay) remains as chuckle-headed as the day it was released back in 1984 (for those that don’t remember, its producers churned up a lot of negative publicity over its Santa-slayer storyline, which was eagerly taken up by a horde of gullible moms and the like), and that’s probably a good thing, because I don’t want to get to a point in my life when I start recalling this picture with fondness. The Anchor Bay disc includes an audio interview with director Charles Sellier, Jr., a collection of articles and letters from the film’s detractors (including an addled Mickey Rooney, who would turn up in Silent Night Deadly Night Part 5), and the original trailers.

Paying tribute to slasher corn like Silent Night Deadly Night are two horror-comedies that street this week: Hack! (Allumination Film Works) stars former Wonder Years ingénue and real-life math whiz Danica McKellar as one of a group of students invited to the home of a filmmaking couple, unaware that they are the subject of the husband and wife’s new snuff movie, while Bikini Bloodbath (MVD) stars Debbie Rochon as the lesbian coach of a busty volleyball team targeted by a psychotic chef. Both feature violence and nudity, but I’d grab Bikini Bloodbath first, if only for the presence of The Rochon. Your call, tho.

Also on deck this week: the Masters of Horror second season episode “The V Word,” a gory but unnecessarily convoluted vampire story with Michael Ironside as the v-word in question; Undead or Alive (Image) features the can’t-miss screen duo of Chris Kattan and Desperate Housewives’ James Denton as Old West cowpokes attempting to evade zombies and the law -- Brian Posehn and Matt Besser are in the cast, so maybe there’s something worth seeing there; Evil Dead Trap 2 (Unearthed) is the unofficial sequel to the completely berserk Japanese gorefest Evil Dead Trap – that freaky little boy Hideki is still in the picture, but the plot hinges on a love triangle between a movie theater usher who likes to mangle women, a reporter covering the case, and the usher-killer’s married boyfriend – it’s gross but not half as brain-peeling as its predecessor; Suffocation (Image) is a disorienting Hong Kong psycho-thriller about a disturbed photographer who murders his wife; and a two-fer from Anchor Bay that partners Dead-End Drive-In (fitfully interesting Australian sci-fi/thriller about punks sentenced to a drive-in-turned-prison) and Ruggero Deodato’s gruesome Cut and Run, which somehow brings together cannibals, Jonestown, Michael Berryman, and Willie Aames in the same movie.

QUOTE-UNQUOTE BOOTLEGS

Cheezy Flicks Entertainment has The Undertaker and His Pals, the 1966 gore-comedy about a trio of motor-psychos who provide bodies for a local mortician, who in turn gives the corpses to his deranged pals at a local restaurant (you can figure out what comes next), as well as Emanuelle, Queen of the Desert, which isn’t actually an Emanuelle pic at all, despite the presence of the lovely Laura Gemser. It’s really an Italian-made action flick with Gemser’s husband as the leader of a group of rough trade mercenaries who turn their unsavory attention on a small town after being screwed over by their employer. It’s violent but not the softcore fest suggested by its title.

Meanwhile, Jef Films has 7 Murders for Scotland Yard, a 1971 Spanish thriller with Paul Naschy about Jack the Ripper-style murders in modern-day London with a twist of cannibalism to keep the grindhouse types happy; they also have Hardcore – not the George C. Scott anti-porn movie, but a 1977 UK softcore “biopic” of nude model Fiona Richmond.

LASTLY:

Dave Atell: Captain Miserable (HBO) is a recent stand-up performance from Washington, D.C.; Atell is a funny guy, but the jokes get mired in a morass of riffs about bukkake and pedophilia. If I wanna hear Jim Norton’s routine, I’ll check out his act. 

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WINNERS AND SINNERS DEPARTMENT:

Stop sending those e-mails for the Hideout in the Sun DVD contest - Michael Toland is the big winner. Michael, who hails from the great state of Texas, has never seen a nudist camp movie OR a Doris Wishman film, and he’s getting BOTH in this loopy nudie cutie from 1960. We’re a little like the Make-A-Wish Foundation here at Sleazegrinder.com.

Now, there’s no need to destroy your apartment or go on a three-day bender because you didn’t win this contest – ’cause we’ve got another one for ya! Five lucky Sleazegrinder.com readers have the chance to win Exiled, the latest action-packed shoot-em-up from Hong Kong’s master of mayhem, Johnnie To! To win your copy of this brand-new DVD release from Magnolia Pictures, send your name and address to sleazegrinder@gmail.com and put “Exiled DVD Contest” in the subject line. Winners are determined by the King Daddy Cadillac himself, Sleazegrinder, and myself, and based entirely on arbitrary reasons like whether we’ve been to where you live or we can pronounce your last name. Contest ends in ten days.

PICKS TO CLICK

The only criticism I can give to Superbad (Sony) is that it caused a lot of internet jerkoffs to adopt “McLovin” as their instant messenger or Myspace handles. Otherwise, it was one of the funnier efforts from the Judd Apatow camp and the best teen sex comedy in years. You have three options for your DVD dollars with this title – the R-rated theatrical release, the unrated cut, and a two-disc version; I’d go with the latter (if your budget allows it), as it includes the unrated version, commentary by the cast and crew, several making-of featurettes, audition footage, a 2002 table read of the script, and “Cop Car Confessions,” which focuses on co-scripter Seth Rogen and Bill Hader’s eager beaver policemen.

I cannot put too fine a point on the fact that The Killer Snakes (Image) is likely to rank as one of the most unpleasant viewing experiences in your movie-going history; this 1974 horror-sexploitation hybrid from Hong Kong’s Shaw Bros. takes a cue from Willard for its story of a poor outcast who uses snakes to get revenge on his tormentors. But that’s just the tip of the iceberg, as far as Killer Snakes is concerned; not only are we treated to endless mondo-style footage of real snakes being butchered for the camera, but you can also enjoy seeing snake bite victims swell and puke uncontrollably, and one unlucky gal gets a body cavity search by a slithery suitor. It’s safe to say that Killer Snakes exists in an entirely different stratosphere of sleaze than most animal-driven grindhouse titles, and Image’s Special Edition DVD presents the film in widescreen and with the original trailer for the complete sucker-punch effect. Enjoy.

Speaking of getting TKO’d by a movie, The Girl Next Door (Anchor Bay) delivers an altogether different but equally harrowing horror experience; here, the subject matter is based on the real-life case of Gertrude Baniszewski (also the subject of the upcoming film American Crime), who in the 1950s routinely tortured and abused two young girls in her care before eventually killing one of them. The real bell-ringing aspect of the case – and the film – is that Baniszewski (here renamed and played by Blanche Baker) encouraged her own sons and neighborhood friends to join in the degradation. Girl is based on a novel by Jack Ketchum, who’s becoming something of a cult favorite among genre fans for his uncompromising stories, and the matter-of-fact terror that inhabits his books translates well to this film; the violence is painful and destructive and definitely not for cheap thrills a la Eli Roth, and the drama that surrounds it is real and not simply a tool to deliver the gruesome goods. Hand this one over to the jaded Fangoria reader in your life and see if it rattles his cage; the DVD includes making-of featurettes and commentary.

There’s a different kind of teenage trauma on display in Johnny Legend’s Teen Mania Box (Legend House), a three-DVD set that highlights high schoolers and hoodlums gone berserk as only 1950s exploitation could portray them. The box includes four full-length movies – Rock Baby Rock It, with mobsters taking over a teen club and rockabilly great Johnny Carroll; Naked Youth, with two JDs tangling with a fugitive over a doll full of heroin; Teenage Devil Dolls, an incredibly crude college film project that details a “decent” girl’s descent into heroin addiction and crime; and the great High School Caesar, with John Ashley as a schoolyard kingpin. You also get two of Johnny Legend’s clip and trailer compilations (Teenage Confidential and Teen Mania), as well as interviews with Rockin’ Ronnie Weiser, Johnny live and loose on stage, and lots more zoomeratin’ junk. Dig it.

TALES FROM THE VAULTS

Timed to coincide with the upcoming release of I Am Legend, The Last Man on Earth (MGM) is the first film version of Richard Matheson’s novel about the sole survivor of a worldwide plague that kills most of the population and turns the rest into bloodthirsty ghouls (The Omega Man also tapped the same source material). This version, a U.S.-Italian co-production from 1964, stars Vincent Price as humanity’s last hope, and it’s a perfectly likable creature feature – a bit stodgy in parts, but there’s plenty of atmosphere, and Price is, of course, always fun. MGM previously released this one as part of a DVD double bill with Panic in Year Zero!, but it’s gone out of print, so here’s your chance to fill in that gap in your collection.

I’m of two minds in regard to Video Asia’s Grindhouse Experience, Volume 2 – like its predecessor, it’s a five-disc set that features a whopping twenty obscure movies, ranging from blaxploitation (Mr. Deathman) and Italian crime pics (Blazing Magnum) to shark thrillers (Deadly Jaws) and post-apocalypse sci-fi (Stryker). And I’ve never been one to get on my high horse about DVD quality or grey market sources – movies like these deserve to be seen in any format and condition possible, and getting your panties in a bunch over artifacting or aspect ratio is completely missing the point about this sort of film. But… having bought Grindhouse Experience Volume 1*, I can tell you that Video Asia uses some of the shittiest source material possible for their DVDs – more than one movie in Volume One was taken from a crappy VHS tape with tracking problems, which is more of a screwjob than I should have to defend. However, since this set retails online for about $20 (a dollar a movie, fer crying out loud), it’s hard to complain about the quality. So, buyer beware, but here’s your chance to see a ton of trash for very little cash.

* I bought the first one as well, and my eyeballs still itch from trying to watch it. Deplorable quality. I'm sure volume 2 is more of the same.  I suggest you throw your $20 out the window instead. It's easier on the retinas. -Sleaze

Meanwhile, Bruce Lee: The Kid (Cinema Epoch) was the 1950 feature My Son, Ah Cheung, starring the future kung fu legend in one of his earliest roles; enterprising American distributors picked up the film and retitled it to cash in on the posthumous Lee craze. It’s nothing special – a likable drama with some suspense and intrigue (Lee is an orphan who helps a thief evade a wealthy slum lord), and Lee at 10 shows early signs of the star power he radiated as an adult.

And finally Cannibal Lunch Box (Media Blasters) is a three-pack reissue of the Italian jungle grossout Man from Deep River with the obscure ‘70s exploitation pic Warlock Moon (about two kids who discover a Satanic cannibal cult) and Herschell Gordon Lewis’ ridiculous Blood Feast 2: All U Can Eat. Delicious.

SLEAZY DOES IT

Sexual Confessions (Secret Key) is another of the label’s sexploitation two-fers that feature an original ‘70s softcore smutflick and a modern remake starring the label’s starlets. Porn meatheads Ric Lutz and Rick Cassidy star in the ’73 version of Sexual Confessions, about a cute blonde with multiple personality disorder (!) who recounts her bedroom exploits to her shrink; Darian Caine, Katie Jordon, and Ruby LaRocca star in the 2003 remake, which ditches the Sybil storyline in favor of straight-forward kiss and tell with a psychiatrist.

I don’t know much about the Juicy Plum DVD label, but they seem to have an inordinate amount of softcore and unrated sex-and-sleaze titles on deck every single week. This week’s offerings are nothing short of a motherload – you get two girl-wrestling titles (Uncut and Uncensored Battling Chix and French Catfight) and three volumes of “girl-on-girl” action with I Love NY Girls, I Love TX Girls and I Love CA Girls. Yeah, watching softcore with so much XXX at your fingertips is kinda like eating a TV dinner at a five-star restaurant, but I can imagine this sort of stuff playing well in the fly-over states (read: places where it’s hard to rent porn).

American Punks (Bloody Earth Films) is really 1997’s Generation X-Tinct, a gritty no-budget downer about a deadbeat (Mike Passion) who endures Job-level persecution from just about everyone he meets while trying to find out who murdered his drug dealer pal. Eventually, he reaches his breaking point (it’s about when he’s drugged and raped, I think), and unleashes a gallon drum of venom on deserving parties. Passion’s performance makes this debut feature from Mike Pacitto (now toiling on Dracula’s Dirty Daughter and the like) a watchable return to the dreary, no-future ‘90s.

Also: Gods of Times Square (Brink) is Richard Sandler’s documentary about the street preachers and religious lunatics who haunted the pre-Giuliani Times Square circa 1992-98; Let’s Get Laid (Jef Films) is a cheeky 1977 UK sex comedy with Robin Askwith (Queen Kong), nudie model Fiona Richmond, and busty Linda Hayden (Blood on Satan’s Claw); Disintegration (York) is a horror pic about a young man who discovers that he’s one of the Nephilim (the offspring of angels and humans), which causes understandable turmoil; and Welcome To My Castle (Mint Records) features some five hours of material on the weirdo Canuck writer and musician Nardwuar, including his interviews with Tommy Chong, Jello Biafra, Bob Denver, Anthony Robbins, Ron Jeremy and others, as well as videos from his band The Evaporators and two Canadian public access TV specials. 

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